Well I'm Truffaut
Goin' in slow-mo
I learned the facts of life on Nick-At-Night
Le Petite Soldat
Tripping on his gat
With the foreign introspection
making me look fat
Held Anna Korina
In the Santa Maria
Knockout Jules and Jim
'Cause I love my senorita
Forget to eat breakfast
Breaking bread with fists
Cornflakes at the pearly gates
It's hit or miss
Let me caution you
From freaking out the multitudes
With movies 'bout simple white dudes
I'll stop the world and melt with you
With legs up o'er my head
Like Fu Man Chu
Lights, Camera, Action
This ain't method acting
Put a gimp in a suit and the Full Monty's laughing
Existential themes
And a hipster's dreams
I spread like butter when I hit the scene
[...psychedelic breakdown...]
I got mad jump-cuts
And I do my own stunts
I'm a breathless outlaw so let me be blunt
It's a far cry from Hollywood
But I don't care
'Cause my lens never ends with the smoke in the air
The budget is low
But the stakes are high
I'm building these frames on the sly
It's psychosomatic—a commentary
Socio-political, I tell it like I see
It's the eye of the camera—the thrill of the fight
Start a revolution, 'cause you got the right!
Mixin' with a new crowd, middle class Joes
Stories 'bout life and mediocrity—slow
Down and think about your daily routine
You're just drinking some coffee
But I threw it on the screen
My axis is three-sixty
Learn the geometry
The black and the white—creating dichotomies
400 Blows from the brothers that know
I got mad jump-cuts but I'm takin' it slow...
Well I'm Truffaut
Goin' in slow-mo
I learned the facts of life on Nick-At-Night
Le Petite Soldat
Tripping on his gat
With the foreign introspection
making me look fat
Held Anna Korina
In the Santa Maria
Knockout Jules and Jim
'Cause I love my senorita
Forget to eat breakfast
Breaking bread with fists
Cornflakes at the pearly gates
It's hit or miss
Let me caution you
From freaking out the multitudes
With movies 'bout simple white dudes
I'll stop the world and melt with you
With legs up o'er my head
Like Fu Man Chu
Lights, Camera, Action
This ain't method acting
Put a gimp in a suit and the Full Monty's laughing
Existential themes
And a hipster's dreams
I spread like butter when I hit the scene
[...psychedelic breakdown...]
I got mad jump-cuts
And I do my own stunts
I'm a breathless outlaw so let me be blunt
It's a far cry from Hollywood
But I don't care
'Cause my lens never ends with the smoke in the air
The budget is low
But the stakes are high
I'm building these frames on the sly
It's psychosomatic—a commentary
Socio-political, I tell it like I see
It's the eye of the camera—the thrill of the fight
Start a revolution, 'cause you got the right!
Mixin' with a new crowd, middle class Joes
Stories 'bout life and mediocrity—slow
Down and think about your daily routine
You're just drinking some coffee
But I threw it on the screen
My axis is three-sixty
Learn the geometry
The black and the white—creating dichotomies
400 Blows from the brothers that know
I got mad jump-cuts but I'm takin' it slow...